Lyrics:

For the day I'm not here, when I'm gone and I'm sorry
If I don't have time, you know what I mean
When I'm far, not far from here, when I've signed for another year
I'll be so... you know

When the white old moon's in the dead old sky
And you're looking on from the window of your own room
It is such bad luck that you will not recover
Do you believe that?

Wake up, light. This place is my right
Night, city light, I can see to the field
And I'll go there someday
I'll look back and I'll see my window

When the white old moon's in the dead old sky
And you're looking on from the window of your own room
It is such bad luck that you will not recover
Do you believe that?

You shouldn't believe that a crack in the pavement
Is to break, not be broken
The cracks are in your mind - it's full of holes
And you shouldn't have believed that after all this time